Ok! Bringing back the impromptu poem thing… here are the rules:
-----Four line poem.
-----The poem is impromtu.
-----The poem is on: Death.
So I shall start.
As the light grows and time shrinks,
What do you know, the sparrow thinks,
End of life is rushing still,
Take the plunge, take the pill.
Corporate Death running round,
Scythe a’swinging up and down,
Chop a pauper, slice a hag,
Pop their souls in a Sainsbury’s bag.
Walking, Standing, Kneeling down.
Bleeding, Flowing, Pooling, Slowing.
Crawling, Laying, Hugging ground.
Bodies sinking, Flowers growing.
o’reilly is dead and o’malley don’t know it
o’malley is dead and o’reilly don’t know it
they both are dead in the very same bed
and neither one knows that the other one’s dead